I’ve been NC since December. At first I felt liberated and in some ways I still do (no longer paranoid about my appearance or my home, have ‘found’ myself, am free of judgement and drama) but the anger and guilt and frustration over it weighs me down like a tonne.
It’s been amplified because my grandad has just died. I can’t go to the funeral because I have nobody to go with on that day and I do not have the courage to go alone. I feel so upset and bloody furious that it’s so unfair that I have to miss it and my mum gets to go when I have never done anything to anyone and she fucked up my life. I don’t know what to do with all the anger.
Sometimes I weirdly miss my mum. She wasn’t all bad but she certainly only started giving a shit about me in the last few years and wanted to be here cooing over my kids. It was very hard and confusing having someone who had let me down so much suddenly bending over backwards to be my best mate.
Some of the ways she let me down/ fucked my life up for context:
- watched motionless as her partner forcefully dunked my head underwater and then told me it was my fault for saying something silly
- watched motionless as he kicked me then bumrushed me out of the house, shouting at me to ‘go and get some fucking friends’ then slammed the door
- watched motionless as he picked me apart and criticised me endlessly for 13 years until I was a scared empty shell of a person
- didn’t notice that I’d stopped eating and gone down to under 6 stone, A&e had to notice when I ended up there with a panic attack.
- repeatedly sat me down for a summit to have a huge go at me for not being more loving towards my piece of shit stepdad
- and when I poured my heart out in a letter about the above and a lot more she replied telling me that because of my letter she had had to go on antidepressants and have time off work. My letter had had a ‘terrible effect on her’.
Sometimes I feel so frustrated and angry about everything that I either want to scream or kill myself (I won’t). My self esteem is so low that despite having a lovely family of my own I feel like they’d be better off without me. I feel like I can’t take the pressure anymore. She laid so much guilt on me about her relationship with my kids being broken by my letter to her and the resulting fallout and I don’t know what to do with it. I just broke and couldn’t take it anymore.
How do I get rid of this guilt and resentment? How do I stop blaming myself? I can tell I’ve sunk into a depression lately. I’m so sick of it all and want to be free.